Jeremy Sheppard
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William Schomp
Prologue He was just another a guest speaker. I hadn’t even planned to go to the lecture hall that day. I certainly didn’t care to listen to another grumpy old man. Who was just going to tell us how important it was for us to learn what we were being taught and help fight the Nazis and Japs. They had already paraded out three others that month, blathering on about the greatness of serving our country, how we were the future. One or two I wouldn’t have minded, but the last one didn’t even seem to believe the line he was paid to feed us. Any student who had bought into their spiel had already enlisted or were leaving at the end of the semester. Four in one month was beginning to border on cruel and unusual punishment. This newest one didn’t even sound like a war veteran, William Hartung Schomp, a Private Detective, art recovery expert, and a local paranormal big wig. Anyone who had lived in the city for more than a year or two had heard of him. To most of us, it just seemed as if they had run out of real veterans or local heroes from “the Great War” and were hauling in local celebrities to talk to us.
By Jeremy Sheppard6 years ago in Futurism